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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.