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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Dark Day to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.