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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.