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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Evens to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Little Man,
Niagra,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.