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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Aural Exciters 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.