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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.