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 Austria and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.