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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.