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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.