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 Lagos.
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 Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the punk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.