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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Brick,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.