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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the techno 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.