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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.