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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.