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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '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 Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Smog,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.