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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.