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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.