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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Can,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.