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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Ten City,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.