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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.