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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.