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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.