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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.