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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.