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 Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.