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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Skarface,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.