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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.