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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 808 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.