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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the punk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.