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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.