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 Mumbai.
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 Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.