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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.