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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.