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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the disco 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.