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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 snare 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
PIL,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.