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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.