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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.