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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.