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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.