Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.