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 United States and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.