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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.