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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.