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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the dance 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.