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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the techno 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.