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 Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Janne Schatter to the rock 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Japan,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.