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 Liechtenstein 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.