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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.