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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.