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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 synthesizer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.