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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.