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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.