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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.