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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Kas Product to the crunk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.