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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.