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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Fortunes to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.