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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Mars,
The Slits,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.