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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents to the techno 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.