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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.