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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the funk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Wire,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.