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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
The Fall,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.