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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Christs to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.