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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.