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 El Salvador 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.