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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.