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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.