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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.