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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the jazz 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.