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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.