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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.