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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.