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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bush Tetras to the rap 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.