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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.