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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.