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 Switzerland 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.