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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.