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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.