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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.