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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.