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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.