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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 MDC to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
UT,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.