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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Visage,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.