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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the rock 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.