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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Nico,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.