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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the rap 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Faust,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.