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 Djibouti 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Q65,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Wire,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
John Holt,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.