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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.