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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Cameo,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.