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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.