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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.