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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.