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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
X-102,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.