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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Green. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.