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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
ABC,
The Cure,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.