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 Nauru and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.