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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.