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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Mojo Men to the disco 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.