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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 oboe 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 Invisible to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.