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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.