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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Smog to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
The Standells,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.