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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.