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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Qualms,
The Evens,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.