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 Cuba 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.