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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
June of 44,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.