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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.