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 Montenegro 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.