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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
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.