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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the disco 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.