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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Martian to the grunge 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.