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 Colombia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
DNA,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.