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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 The Moleskins to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.