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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.