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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Grauzone to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.