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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.