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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.