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 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.