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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Index,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.