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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.