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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.