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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.