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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.