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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
ABC,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.