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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.