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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
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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.