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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.