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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.