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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.