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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.