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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the electroclash 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.