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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the funk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.