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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Inner City,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.