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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.