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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
John Holt,
Index,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.