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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.