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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Sound to the rap 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
cv313,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.