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 Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Grauzone to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.