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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 UT to the rock 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.