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 Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Busters to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.