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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the rock 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.