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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Can,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.