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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.