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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.