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 France and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.