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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.