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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.