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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.