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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.