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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.