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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.