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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.