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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.