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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
UT,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.