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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 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 John Lydon to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
DNA,
Nico,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.