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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.