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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Slick Rick to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Scion,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.