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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.