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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.