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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Visage,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.