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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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?
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.