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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 808 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.