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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.