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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.