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 Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.