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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Intrusion to the techno 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.