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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Audionom,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.