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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 In Retrospect to the techno 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.