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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.