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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.