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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Siglo XX to the rock 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
X-101,
X-102,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.