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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.