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 Benin 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.