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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.