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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Malaria! 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.