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 Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Wire,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.