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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Can,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Swans,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.