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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.