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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 oboe 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.