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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Faust,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.