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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.