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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.