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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gories to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.