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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Whodini,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.