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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
The Names,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Scion,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.