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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.