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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.