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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.