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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.