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 India and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.