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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.