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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.