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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.