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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.