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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Magma,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.