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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.