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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.