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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
The Move,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.