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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.