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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.