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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.