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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.