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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.