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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.