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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
JFA,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.