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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.