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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.