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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.