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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.