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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.