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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.