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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
PIL,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
X-102,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.