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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the grime 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Wings,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.