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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.