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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.