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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.