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 Antigua 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Nico,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.