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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the disco 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Main Source,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Rakim,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.