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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.