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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Brick,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.