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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 The American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.