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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.