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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.