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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.