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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.