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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.