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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.