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 Greece 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.