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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.