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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.