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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the grime 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.