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 Kosovo 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.