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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.