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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.