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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.