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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.