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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.