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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Index,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.