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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.