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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.