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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Television,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Inner City,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.