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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.