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 Maldives 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.