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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Rekid,
X-102,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.