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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Fear,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.