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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.