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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.