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 Norway 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Organ,
Skriet,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.