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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.