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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Nas,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Television,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.