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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Index,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Can,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.