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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 organ 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.