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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
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 organ 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.