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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.