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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.