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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
ABBA,
Gong,
Wire,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.