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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Roxette,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.