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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.