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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.