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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.