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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Jandek,
Japan,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.