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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
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.