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 Slovakia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.