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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.