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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.