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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the rock 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.