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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.