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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.