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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.