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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.