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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the funk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.