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 Syria and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.