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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.