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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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?
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Mars,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
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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.