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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Chrome,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.