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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.