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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.