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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.