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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.