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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.