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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Wire,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.