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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Japan,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.