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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.