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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.