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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Toronto and Salvador.
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 Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
CMW,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.