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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.