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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.