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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Move to the crunk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.