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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.