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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
CMW,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.