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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.