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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 The Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.