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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.