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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
The Names,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.