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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.