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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the grime 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.