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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.