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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.