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 India and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Skaos to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.