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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Wings,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.