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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.