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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.