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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Nico,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.