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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
The Index,
Faust,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.