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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.