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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.