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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.