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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Buckinghams to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.