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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Fear,
the Association,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.