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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.