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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.