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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Gong,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.