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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Roxette,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.