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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.