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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Gap Band to the disco 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken 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?
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.