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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.