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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.