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 India and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.