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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the grunge 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.