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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.