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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.