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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Mars,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.