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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.