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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.