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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.