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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.