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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.