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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
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.