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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.