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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.