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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.