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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.