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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.