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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Joe Finger to the grime 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.