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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the electroclash 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.