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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.