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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
The Names,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.