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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
ABC,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.