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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.