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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.