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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.