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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.