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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.