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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.