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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.