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 Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.