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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Scion,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.