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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.