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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.