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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.