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 the UAE 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.