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 India 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.