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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.