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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
MDC,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.