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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark 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.