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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.