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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.