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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.