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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.