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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.