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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.