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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.