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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 John Holt to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.