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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Ten City,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.