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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Sound to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Swans,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.