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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.