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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
The Sound,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.