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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 marimba 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 Fugazi to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
UT,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.