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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.