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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Index,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.