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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 John Foxx to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.