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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.