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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.