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 Albania 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.