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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.