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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.