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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Das Ding to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.