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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers 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?
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.