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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.