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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.