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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.