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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.