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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.