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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.