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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.