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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.