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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.