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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.