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 Thailand and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.