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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.