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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
X-102,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Quantec,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.