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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
UT,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.