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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Eli Mardock 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers 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?
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.