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 Lebanon 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.