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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Fear,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.