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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.