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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.