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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.