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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Pylon,
cv313,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.