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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.