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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
DNA,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.