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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.