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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.