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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Slave,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.