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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.