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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.