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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.