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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
UT,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.