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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola 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?
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.