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 Yemen and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Neu!,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.