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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.