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 Solomon Islands 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gories to the rap 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.