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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.