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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.