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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.