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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.