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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.