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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
New Order,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.