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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Cowsills to the grunge 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.