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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Seeds to the electroclash 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.