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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.