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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Isaac Hayes to the dance 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.