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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.