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 Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Trojans to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.