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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.