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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
MC5,
JFA,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.