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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.