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 Spain and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.