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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.