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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
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.