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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.