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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.