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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oneida to the funk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape 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?
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.