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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.