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 Jamaica 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.