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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.