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 Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.