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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Gong,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.