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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oneida to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.