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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
cv313,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.