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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 The Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad 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?
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
The Index,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.