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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.