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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.