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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.