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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.