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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.