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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.