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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.