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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.