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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.