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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Ten City,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.