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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
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.