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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the grime 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.