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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Shoche to the dance 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.