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 Romania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.