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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.