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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.