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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Index,
Inner City,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.