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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.