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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.