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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.