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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
EPMD,
New Order,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.