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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Bronski Beat to the rap 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
UT,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.