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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Shoche to the punk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.