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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Drexciya to the crunk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.