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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
X-101,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.