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 Moldova 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.