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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.