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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Skaos,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.