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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Hood to the rock 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.