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 Romania and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.