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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Stooges to the rap 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.