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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.