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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Franke,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.