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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Pus to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.