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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme 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 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.