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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.