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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.