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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.