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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Magma,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.