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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.