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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Television,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.