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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.