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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.