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 Congo 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.