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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.