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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.