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 Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.