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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.