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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.