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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.