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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 R.M.O. to the grime 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.