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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.