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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.