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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Zeros to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Organ,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.