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 India and from Madrid.
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 Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.