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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.