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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.