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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.