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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Japan,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.