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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the funk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.