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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.