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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Newcleus to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Swans,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.