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 China and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang Starr to the dance 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.