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 Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 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?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.