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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Pole,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.