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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.