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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Skatalites to the grime 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s 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 Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.