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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.