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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.