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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.