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 Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.