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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.