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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.